November 22
Amarillo, Texas
It was pretty much the same as the day before.
She sat at a different table and ate breakfast alone.
There was no point in forcing her company.
She gave him the choice to leave and he hadn’t.
But like everything else he did, it didn’t mean anything.
She wasn’t going to analyze that decision.
In all likelihood, she’d come to the wrong conclusion.
They drove for four hours to Amarillo and after a lonely lunch, they checked into an inn.
She toured the town by foot, not going too far, though.
To avoid another argument, she returned to the inn at a decent hour and had a forty-five minute catch-up with her cousins.
She only talked about the details of the trip and didn’t bring up Kevin once.
Today was the last day of wallowing in self-pity.
She was done with that shit. Tomorrow she was going to go out there and have some fun.